Dream Bitches


Dream Bitches will perform at OJ All Day Downstairs Saturday May 24, 9:00pm

YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN able to tell right then - I can't stop when I know what's best. The layers were peeling in yellow paint piles. My room became a dusty mess. Who knew about you? I don't think I knew! The summer rain ruined the wall. None of my bedroom furniture warned me about you, or rainstorms, at all.

Bronxy Marie, you're down by the river, and how can your Bronx garden grow? With songwriters singing under your trees, like vegetables all in a row.

Can you tell me which one of us is living the correct American dream? It seems that you cannot even discern a smocking stitch from a straight seam. Either way, it's a fabrication - a quilt that your grandmommy stitched. She's sewing the states onto the outlined nation, a comfort that no-one sleeps with.

The last bitch got born, when the first one was done. Because of this action the battle was won. The last bitch is sure that the first one is numb. She's wailing and moaning from under my thumb. I'm squeezing this flashlight in between my teeth. It's because of this that I'm able to see. Your bitch is a devil with an angel's grin. She's waiting for you on the head of a pin.

Bronxy Marie, you're down by the river, and how can your Bronx garden grow? With songwriters singing under your trees, the vegetables all in a row.

9pm, downstairs

Photo: Lippe

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